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Downfall [BMTH & Nighthaven]

Stan was loosing himself in this pleasant moment, her pleading for him to stop, that helpless quacking of her body, and that oh so wonderful warmth milking his dick. Heavens, here pussy was even starting to moisten up a little, if he kept that up, this little cum dump would gradually learn to climax, even when he raped her, well, long as he bothered to push every other button, that truly would be a means to humiliate her, if her own body betrayed her and rather accustomed to his perverse hunger, rather then to stay with what her pride demanded.

That very pride though, he was so close to already shatter so much more of it, already he could feel his excitement rising to the point that his girt started to paint the insides of her silken tunnel with his pre-release, it drove him to put every last ounce of his lust and greed into the ploughing that follows, and while pummelling her lovely hindquarters with his cruel delight for her body, he would grunt " I'll, cum, inside you, Slut.. ", his words just barely audible amongst the laboured breathing through clenched teeth, the moaning, and the wet slapping of skin.

And finally then, no matter how much Aimee might struggle to be freed from it, Stan would dare a final, and quite careless thrust into her, pulling her to remain firmly seated against his crotch, so that, shortly after his body grew tense when crossing over his peak, she'd be greeted with the wet warmth of his cum, and the feeling of his girt seemingly twitching within her as he marks her insides as his private property. " Y-Yeeheeess ! " he would moan and snarl behind her when it happens, joyfully celebrating this victory over her, and the prove that she too, like many of the other girls he had in the past, was just a whore, waiting to be used by him.

" Mmhmm, I am, going to enjoy, to go on, raping you. I'm, going to hurt you, until you learn, where your place, is.. " He'd bother to speak up though, even before his orgasm would wane, enjoying to rub it into her face that this was all she could expect from now on. Reaching out then for her breasts, Stan would try to pull her up into a knealing possition, permitting him to greedily fondle her seizable breasts with both hands, hissing at her left ear now " I hope, your pride is worth, all that pain, I did warn you.. ", partially trying to put the blame on herself for the pain she just went through, and sticking it to her then as he sweetly whispers " Next round, soundproof Basement... "
 
Stan's impossibly large length seemed to grow even bigger within her as it twitched, forewarning about what he was leading up to. Aimee felt his build up, she knew it was coming before Stan announced it. He was going to cum inside of her and there was absolutely nothing Aimee could do to stop it. All of the times she had practiced safe sex didn't even matter anymore. Aimee wasn't on the pill, she hadn't been on the pill for a few years at this point as she had always preferred to go with condoms or the pull-out method, albeit not always the safest choice. Aimee's head began shaking in disbelief as her cunt grew more slick, soaking in every drop of his precum as he painted her insides with it in preparation for his full load.

"No, no, no, please, no," it was a symphony of supplication that simply fell upon deaf ears. Stan already had her exactly where he wanted her, he wasn't about to let her off of the hook at this point. Aimee's breathing grew heavier as a new round of panic thrummed through her chest. Then there was the telltale final thrust as Stan brought her hips backwards one last time, grounding himself within her as his cock twitched deep inside of her. Every spurt of his hot, sticky cum coated her insides. Aimee felt every single drop as it warmed her, shooting directly against her cervix and squeezing around Stan's cock. He had stretched her so much, there was nowhere for his cum to go as it enveloped his own cock and began to slowly stream out around the base of his dick.

Aimee's cunt contracted around him as if trying to force him out of her tight hole. Her sobs had lessened in volume but her breathing hitched as she sniffled and whimpered. A small semblance of hope ignited within her as his cock just barely softened within her. Maybe he'll let me go. He got what he wanted, right? This has to be over, he can't keep me here. He won't keep me here.

Her naive thoughts comforted her for a short second before her back brushed up against Stan's front, his fingers kneading into her breasts. Goosebumps rose on her skin as he spoke into her ear, his warm breath cascading down over her collarbone. Her first instinct was to plead with him, offer him anything in exchange for him not dragging her down into whatever type of torturous chamber this house held within its bowels. Her lips parted as she hesitated to speak. His earlier threat of fucking her ass was still fresh in her mind; if she offered him anything in exchange for her freedom, she already knew what he was going to demand of her. She wasn't going to be able to give in to him willingly.

"You'll never get away with this," she started, her voice raspy as she fought for control over her own breathing. From how rough he had been with her, she had grown out of breath. "You're going to pay for every single thing you've done and will do to me."
 
Stan would seem to chuckle there briefly, and then, as though she was a lover, he would lean his head to gently nibble at the left side of her neck, merely then to call that brief display of care a lie as he near whispers " Thank you, now, I can truly enjoy raping your ass. ", as though she had just given him permission to not bother showing her any mercy when he took her anally either, as though he would even need such. Then again, he was just looking for any excuse not to bother holding back for her, and in fact was certain to try and see what made her tick, just to push buttons and have part of her spark up in defiance, for as long as he could, though he wondered if he could achieve a balance of obedience and defiance there.

Well, for now, he had something far more cruel in mind as his hips begun to move behind her again, the thought of truly anally raping her, having caused his girt to grow rock hard again, something she surely must have felt when she gave him her spiteful response. So, rather then pulling out of her freshly abused womanhood, he begun to fuck her again, though slowly, near gently even. He went as far to move his right hand down to her clitoris, carefully to massage it, explore how to make it as pleasant as possible, while his left remained to squeeze her left breast, toy toy playfully with it's nipple.

The cruelty on his mind this time, not to hurt her, least, not physically, but to force what most women would dread, to show pleasure to a stranger that was abusing her, worse, to reach an unbridled, open orgasm, Stan meaning to abuse that her body was responding so to train least it's natural response in his favour.
" Now, let's make sure, your body knows who's whore she is. See how long you can deny, what a cheap slut you really are.. "he'd even taunt her there, toying with her to leave yet another emotional scar on this delectable new toy he got.
 
"Fuck you," Aimee hissed back at him, her teeth clenched as her chin lowered and her eyes narrowed, darting to the side as if trying to look over at him. His threat made her body tense up and Stan would be able to feel the pulse of her tension as it jolted through her body and reached her cunt. His cock had just barely begun to soften before he throbbed within her, warning her that he wasn't quite done with her pussy just yet. The thrusting had been painful enough and he remained buried inside of her as his cock twitched within her velvet walls but that wasn't enough. No. His thrusting began once again and now that she was pulled up into this kneeling position, he was able to apply pressure to certain areas within her that he hadn't focused on before.

Aimee's entire body felt like it had been through a wrestling match. Everything was sore, especially her pelvis, and as Stan went at her with a more gentle inflection she found the pain to subside ever so slightly. Her cunt still vice-gripped his length as he slid within her and as soon as his hand moved down, Aimee's breathing hitched. His fingertips danced over her mound before curving in to toy with her clit. Immediately, Aimee's hips jerked forward as her back pressed against him, arching the small of her back as she tried to move herself away from him. "No- what are you doing?! Stop!" Her left nipple grew hard beneath his fingertips as he worked her body gently. Stan knew exactly what he was doing.

This wasn't pleasurable though, at least not yet. Aimee was still crying and trembling as the pain in her body taunted her. Her persistent whines continued as Stan worked thoroughly on getting her body to start appreciating his touch. Unfortunately, it didn't take long for her body to recognize what was going on. After the trauma he had already put her through, her natural reaction was to grow wet. Now that Stan was trying to overwhelm her with pleasure, Aimee's nerves were accepting the confusing feelings and shooting their responses into overdrive. Stan could feel as Aimee's cunt grew wetter and relaxed slightly around his length. Her nipples both grew painfully erect and goosebumps littered her skin as the walls of her cunt would convulse every few moments depending on how Stan was rubbing at her clit.

"Stop, stop! No, stop!" Over and over again, as if she had nothing else to say. Her skin grew warm as she felt the growing sensation in her pelvis, forewarning that she was starting to get close to cumming. Her head was shaking and she was beginning to struggle harder, trying to get out from the leather belt that had been pulled painfully around her wrists. "Stop!" Her desperate whimpers grew shaky as her thighs quivered. She was close.
 
" Shhhh ! " Stan hissed at her, rather then degrade her verbally, or throw her any other life line now, he allowed himself to fixate his every action to be pleasant for her body. He was being careful with his play here, playing on an estimate that never truly fit as some women where able to free themselves of their desire and be, turned off to some degree, which wouldn't completely prevent, but make it harder for her to climax. No, Stan wanted her to take the full poison, to loose herself to the unwanted pleasure, and to offer her a very different kind of lifeline, simply by telling her body about how much sweeter life would be if only it gave into him. And the idea was simple, once she felt this pleasure, with him anyway, she would likely be weary of her own body whenever he tried to fuck her, and those, looking to hard for something to evade, usually found it, so that, the more she would fear to show him pleasure for his abuse, the more her subconscious would look for it, and even the smallest spark of pleasure might become an avalanche then.

It was an experiment in a way, another tool to humiliate and degrade her if it worked, and a means to condition her, so that, even if he abused and raped her, her body might come to find the point of pleasure still. Until perhaps, even if he brutally raped her, this poor little thing would struggle in her misery as moans are forced across her lips, and her body actively trying to seek out every little shred of affection and lust from him.

True, there was no guarantee that this would work the way he aimed for, though Stan knew well enough, if a woman was trapped and abused long enough, she would try to escape, and pleasure was an easier escape then trying to flee into her own world, and if he could keep her from learning to shut herself off, and force her to fight, and thus find more pleasure, she might eventually break, to the point that she might just get wet when thinking about that he might try to force himself back onto her. Words where not required, and while the end result was not set in stone, Stan cruelly planned to give this new game a try, and alternate it, between his usual abuse, where she was going to be little more then his cock sleeve, and this cruel sensual act, until least part of her might find, giving in, was so much more desirable then being beat and raped.

No, all Stan required was to give her something her body could translate into something more desirable, so he merely begun roaming his hands, his right one to briefly ignore her womanhood to sensually roam over her stomach, encircling her belly button with his mid finger, while his left released her breast to roam up to her neck, to grab it, and just gently squeeze onto it for hold rather then a threat, and gently then nibble his way from the left side of her neck down to her shoulder, all the while slowly fucking her, mindful to try and ready her bodies every move that could signal a measure of discomfort to gran to his scheme, so that he can seduce and intoxicate her body with it before he'd proceed with his craving to ruin her beautiful ass.
 
Stan's fingers drifted from her clit and he'd be able to feel Aimee's stomach trembling beneath his fingertips as he circled her belly button. Aimee's breath was growing heavier as he pulled her towards him by her throat and ran his teeth teasingly down her shoulder. He was trying to calm her cries as she grew a little bit quieter and began whimpering. He was overloading her with a confusing sensation that made absolutely no sense. Her entire body was on fire as it ran off of pure adrenaline which simply heightened every single touch he made.

Aimee could feel every last inch of Stan's cock as he buried himself within her folds and let his warm breath wash over her shoulder. "Don't do this, please," she whispered, her hips jerking forward as her cunt tensed around his cock. Instead of stopping, Stan proceeded to move his hand from her belly back down to her clit. His fingertips drew circles around the sensitive nub before his teasing grew more intense. The faster his finger flicked across her clit, the tighter her cunt grew around his cock.

"No, no, no, no, no, n-" Her words stopped as her breathing hitched in her throat and her back arched as she leaned against her rapist. Aimee couldn't breath as her eyes rolled into the back of her head before her eyelids shut tightly. Aimee convulsed, her spasms prominent as the waves of her forced orgasm crashed down within her. Her thighs pulled incredibly tightly together as her knees scraped along the cold floor of the garage. Her pussy was milking Stan's cock and about halfway through her orgasm a little yelp came out from her lips as her hips bucked.

Tears continued to stream down her face as the pleasure crashed over her body uncontrollably and she trembled from her muscles convulsing in ecstasy. The moment her orgasm died down, she began sobbing. Totally humiliated.
 
" My, such, a good girl. " Stan groaned, keeping on thrusting into her as poor Aimee was defeated by her own body's natural response, and so sweetly falling into that dark pit of delight where she was forced to show him something, reserved only for her to give. " Such a lovely moaning voice, and your pussy, it feels, so heavenly. " he was praising, though his words where truth, they where spoken to rub that defeat in now, just to tell her how good her body was making him feel, where in fact, she didn't even want this.

At last though his own thrusting would come to an end as well, again with a tell-tale final thrust, though by far not as unkind as it was the first time, wanting still for her to linger in her humiliation as he groans lustfully into her ear, and with that lust, grazing warmly across her earlobe, reward her now obedient cunt with another load of his seed. Yet, not merely to let her sulk in the feeling as he boldly proclaims, if more in a taunting whisper, " I'm going to train that pussy, until she's a cock starved cum dump, your going to moan like a proper whore for me ! ", his words still somewhat ragged through the passing release, one that perhaps poses somewhat of a burden as he considered fucking this lovely bitch was going to require a little rest soon, least, a nice break. Though, not until he got to sample her ass.

Though, the garage was certainly not the place to do this, he was considering to take her down into the basement already, though, the thought actually occurred that it was not only more comfortable to do in bed, but perhaps more humiliating. He could still take his new toy to the playground once he had a bite and least a brief nap. A lovely thought, and it prompted him to finally push the young woman forward a little, just enough to comfortably withdraw from her sensitive womanhood. And soon as that freshly stuffed hole was permitted to release the liquids to warmly roam down across Aimee's inner thighs, Stan would lean up and recapture the hold on her hair.

" On your feet you worthless bitch ! " he would near command her, pulling hard to get her back onto her feet, with that cruel gentleness now entirely gone from his voice, his only goal now to get her through the white door in the garage, into the house, craving to drag her upstairs into his bed where she could go on screaming for him again.
 
Aimee let out the softest whimper with every strand of cum that splattered against her cervix and coated the inside of her cunt. Her eyes were closed tightly as he filled her, the volume of cum in her now seeping out around the base of his cock as he whispered into her ear. Aimee shook her head weakly, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm as Stan's hands slowly moved from her body and he adjusted himself to withdraw his cock.

Almost instantly, Aimee could feel the warm trickle of cum seeping from her wet cunt and down her inner thigh. Her head was still lowered until Stan gathered a fistful of her hair and tore her upwards. Aimee yelped, quickly bringing herself to her feet as her knees scraped against the floor of the garage as she struggled to move without the assistance of her hands. The restraints continued to cut into her wrists and the feeling of pressure as they restricted her circulation grew more painful as he moved her.

Stan would find that this time Aimee would move a lot easier with him, her head jerking slightly as her body would stumble to maintain balance. "Please," Aimee was sobbing as her voice wavered quietly from her lips, "please, just let me go. You got what you wanted. Please. I won't tell anybody. Please." Aimee knew what she had already been through was nothing compared to the horrors that lurked within the walls of the house.
 
" Now now." Stan responded as he dragged Aimee through the door into the hallway of his home, a somewhat wider build of one that allowed, aside from giving passage to four more rooms on the ground floor and the staircase to the upper, for a variety of modern art pieces to be put on display. Stan himself holding little interest in art as is, though he was obviously trying to keep up appearances, and such items where foretelling of the money that yet wasn't his.
" What man, do you think, would be happy, just to fuck you once, when your body promises so much more, hm ? " he exclaimed toward her, dragging her towards the staircase, and then tries to take her upstairs, musing, " Your tight pussy feels so good, it be a shame to let go of just yet ! " , implying that he wanted so much more from her lovely body, and indeed, the idea to lock her up for good was so appealing, he already was looking at her as his private Sex Slave, breathing and looking pretty just for his personal use. Heck, he could even see himself knocking her up, although that may bring along a lot of extra work that he might not be so font off, though she could probably still be trained to look after that little spawn he might end up forcing on her, and he sure was of no mind to bother using protection, bare felt so much better.

" Now my little doll. " Stan says as he drags her through the upper hallways, in appearance much like the lower floor one, up to another white door, opening it to reveal the somewhat, victorian styled Bedroom, kept in dark brown and black colours, with a massive Four-poster bed, a structure of elaborately carved wood, kept in a dark brown colour, appealing in taste of an older generation. Though, the bed in fact more of a modernized replica that, once the black curtains where pulled apart, revealed a large mirror above, and another on the beads headrest, allowing for Stand to enjoy some additional viewpoints with anyone he might take to bed here. And that was, in part, what he intended, when shoving Aimee towards the bed, so he could forcibly bend her over onto it and give her bare ass a firm slap.

" Your going to be a good girl, and make sure I wont have to hurt you, so badly again, wont you ?! " he would insist, although, then releasing his hold onto her hair to move and shut the door, cutting off a possible escape, merely so he can permit himself to not keep her under constant watch and instead move over to a heavy wooden chest for some useful items, such as proper cuffs with leather paddings, a ball-gag, some lube and so forth, meaning to take full advantage of the items he had to truly enjoy her lovely ass, without damaging the poor thing, least, not to badly, after all, she was to endure his greedy abuse of her body more then once.
 
The house was immaculate; similar in boastfulness to the Maserati but so unlike Stan. Although slightly gaudy, the home was fairly well designed and kept up with appearances. Completely unlike Stan, who was in Aimee's eyes simply trash. Once she managed to overcome his severe form of bullying when they were younger, she always tried to just appear above Stan. She was "better" than he was which was how she was able to pull away. Of course she didn't have nearly as much money as Stan's family did but she always had her morals. That was something she genuinely felt like nobody would be able to take from her. Boy, how she was wrong about that one.

The drag up to the bedroom was tedious. Aimee fought every step of the way as she stumbled up the stairs and tried to reel her body back as much as she possibly could. Without the use of her arms, it was hard to gain traction. Her clothes were still wrapped around her body but barely obscuring her intimate areas as her dress remained hitched around her thighs and pulled down beneath her breasts. Her heels scratched against the wood of the stairs as she tried to pull back and continued pleading with him to let her go.

Stan threw her against the bed and Aimee stumbled into the mattress with his hand still entwined within her hair. Aimee yelped as his hand smacked down against her ass, the loud sound echoing in the room as he finally released her hair. Aimee struggled to stand up, unable to push herself up with her hands as she burning of her ass continued. Turning around, she caught Stan digging through the chest. She quickly looked around the room, taking in the layout to see if there was any sort of escape that she'd be able to make. The white door across from her called her name but it had been shut. With her arms restrained behind her back, she wasn't about to be able to quickly make a run for it that way. There was another door that was closed, either a closet or a bathroom.

As Stan turned back around, his hand full of malicious tools, Aimee took a step back and continued precariously moving backwards from him as he approached her. "No, don't do this!" Tears continued to stream down her cheeks as she shook her head and kept stealing quick glances to the right and left of her. "Please!"
 
" Oh, Sugar Tits.. " Stan responded to her plea, approaching her casually, although pausing at the bed so he could place the items down onto it, his eyes fixated on Aimee to assure she would not try anything funny again. And although, he assumed her weakened physically enough to think she would not be able to offer much resistance now, she had already proven herself capable of giving it her all to escape his grasp, even at the cost of her own well being, it was worthwhile to be mindful of surprises even in her restricted state, least, till her will was entirely broken.

" You don't think I'll go through all this trouble to fuck a cheap slut, just to let her go and become a loose end, do you ?! " he suggested, starting to approach her again, the way he was pronouncing his words sounding much as though he as talking to a child, rather then the grown woman that stood before him with her feminine charms laid bare to his greedy gaze.
" No.. " he exclaimed, and then smirked as his hands moved to pull his jacket off, moving on to casually disrobe his top before her gaze in the cruel sign that he had every intention to go on further. ".. I think, I really like how nice your dripping cum dump felt, so let's not pretend.. " he went on to tell her, and then suddenly just drops the pretence.

It felt wrong, to play this game, to tell her how she had no way out, how he was going to make her his whore, or off her after a while if she grew less interesting to him, or simply leave her to the humiliation of finding no one believing her when she would come free and try to tell of her ordeal. It might be a nice game, every now and then, to display his superiority, though really, that was not even close in entertainment to what he actually craved, to her squirming and struggling, till she gave in, and realized herself how much better it felt to accept the sexual pleasure of being used and ordered around.

" Ah heck, fuck it. " he sighed under the realisation, and, after dropping his shirt, begun to hastily approach her, to grab her by her left shoulder if able in an attempt to toss her back towards the bed, fully intend now to use her as the slap of meat she truly was to him, all that mattered was between her legs for now, and she would either learn, or scream in pain and humiliation for him. " Time to work you filthy whore ! That's all your here for anyway. " he announced aggressively, trying to pin her back down against the bed with his left, so his more dominant, right hand could try to yank her dress down, meaning to have her fully nude now so he could truly enjoy her lovely young body serving as the vessel to his pleasure, no longer caring to just play around as he means to let her feel where her value was towards him.
 
Aimee continued to back away from Stan as he approached her, his hands running down the length of his torso as he reached to strip himself from his clothes. "I'm not a cheap slut!" Her voice balked back at him, retorting his comment as she clearly displayed her irritation from his nasty comment. "Fuck you!" Even with the aggression in her voice, Aimee no longer had any leverage to resist him and her tone displayed that faltering confidence that he had already torn from her. "Don't come any closer!" She hissed at him, tugging at her arms as he stormed up to her. She jerked backwards, trying to avoid him but there was nowhere to go. His hand wrapped around her left shoulder and she stumbled as he yanked her and threw her towards the bed.

She resisted falling against the mattress during his first shove but the second time he came down on her, she found her body flung onto the mattress. He held her down and her dress easily pulled from her body, leaving her mostly naked. Her cardigan and bra had wrapped around her wrists, unable to be fully removed. Her heels were still on her feet too and she tried to kick Stan as he withdrew from her body slightly to finish tugging the dress off of her muscular legs.

Immediately, Aimee began thrashing. She was wiggling around on the bed like a fish out of water as she tried to fight back and kick. She was also screaming as she tried to fight off Stan's advances. There was nothing else she could really do at this point but she wasn't about to roll over and let him have her way with her.
 
" Yesss ! " Stan groaned as he felt her struggle below him, it was the real tickle to his fancy. She was fighting him, so desperately trying to escape the fate he decided for her, and it aroused him so hard, knowing that she was going to feel him inside her again soon, and to feel powerless when he uses her body. God, it been far to long that he embraced the pure unbridled pleasure of fucking a young woman into submission.

" Struggle, all you want, Bitch, I'm still, going to fuck your sorry arse ! " he would taunt her, bothering not with her heels, or with the toys that he had thought to use for her. No, restraining her now was pointless, a waste of time when that squirming form was getting him so rock hard right now. Heck, even that kicking, painful as the few connects of her heels to his feet where, they where just another proof to him that he was about to subdue poor Aimee, all her struggle seemed to truly achieve being that Stan not even considered the use of lube now, fully intent to let her feel the true extend of how bad a lacking submission was to be for her.

" Come here ! " he'd grunt, trying to hold her down long enough to get all but shoe's and bra off of her, though partly trying to tear the cardigan of her form, if with lacking effect due to her struggle. Though, growing impatient, and, as she might feel against her hindquarters, horny to get started, he'd finally resort to yank at her restrained arms, actually to pull loose the belt with which she was bound, allowing her arms to come free. Though, rather then to cuff her to the bed's headboard, like initially planned, he'd try to shove her further onto the bed, and to actually force her hands down onto the sheet, right besides her head.

" Playtime's, over ! Your, just Fuck Meat ! " he snarls aggressively, trying to get her pinned onto the bed, and, soon as he would achieve such, he cruelly tries to shove his manhood's tip between her buttocks, trying to aim for her tight pucker so that his intent hardly be disguised now, meaning to anally rape her now with naught but their shared fluids for lubrication.
 
The moment Aimee's wrists were freed, her arms reached out over her head and she grabbed onto the comforter in an effort to guide her body up and away from Stan. For a sheer moment, Aimee had freedom where she'd be able to struggle just a little bit more effectively but unfortunately Stan grabbed at her wrists and held them down within his own strength and determination. "Let me go!" She was screaming, her body still flailing as Stan pressed the head of his cock against her puckered asshole.

Aimee quickly grew tense. Her struggles didn't stop but every hair on her body stood up as a chill ran up her spine and she tried to roll her hips away from Stan's touch. Every time he tried to push himself within her, Aimee jerked her hips to the side and tried to protect herself from his touch. Stan continued trying to pin her body down and hold her so that she couldn't keep flailing. Finally, he pulled her arms up and wrapped one hand around both of her wrists while he used the other hand to hold her in place before guiding himself against her asshole.

There was now even more determination in Aimee as she felt him trying to push himself inside of her. It was a difficult feat for Stan, she had been so tense in her fight against him that he was met with expected resistance. Unfortunately for Aimee, this just meant that he was going to have to hurt her even more to get what he wanted. As Stan continued trying to guide himself deep within her, the moment he found success he'd manage to elicit a blood curdling scream from Aimee as her entire body froze.
 
And there it was, Stan couldn't believe just how good it felt, though it was in part why he enjoyed doing this, to force himself on a lovely young woman like Aimee. That struggle, the way she tried to deny him the use of her body, how she squirmed and tried to crawl away. Exhilarating, the feel of her bare skin alone was alluring, the promise that soon, her body would clench again, firmly around his girt and pleasure him, teasing him. But more then anything, knowing that she desired not to permit him use of her, and that still, she would service him, and even learn to prompt him to use her further, that truly was a slice of heaven to him.

"If it hurts, your not, trying hard enough, to please me ! " Stan groaned over her, having leaned closer down over her body to hiss those words at her left ear once her whole body tensed up with her scream, the poor woman trying to deny him so hard, her as must be feeling like it was on fire. Stan loved it, not for the fact that he was causing her pain, but because he utterly enjoyed breaking her into submission, because in the end, he was going to prove his claim true, the harder she resisted, the more she would be in pain. And least in that part he didn't mind hurting her, because she only had to give in, to let him have whatever he wanted, at that point, not only would it hurt less, but in fact, given enough time, break that lovely body into submission, even delight over the fact that he was abusing it, least, in Stan's eyes, and the shameless young man had enough experience least in that regard, once the victim gave in, eventually unwanted pleasure was sure to follow, and then only the mind remained to be broken. Although, he sure hoped right now that Aimee would try to haggle, rather then give up or in.

" Yessss ! " he would groan over that spark of desire, only having managed to sink in with a bit more then his tip, though he was showing her no mercy now, granting her the full extend of her horror as he near brutally pushes forward to sink every last inch of his girt into her likely hurting after.
" Let's see how, long you'll last ! " he groans loudly, without revealing the actual context that sparked those words, given that he was now intent to all out rape poor Aimee just for the pleasure in this cruel power-play. He wasn't going to beat her into submission, or blackmail her like he did with other victims, although he would still rape her, over and over again. Though the previously grasped thought really got him going now, she was going to work for every last scrap that could be thrown at her, to see that defiant look in her eyes while she willingly serves him, until the point that truly, she was merely his toy.

That was finally the goal that Stan could settle on, idea's where a plenty, but to train this poor thing like some dog, now that was a new experience he was looking forward to. And just how much it aroused him, thinking about it, was for Aimee to feel for herself, Stan dropping any pretence of trying to convince her into submission, or torture her with words describing her as worthless for anything but what he used her for. He only pulled his hips back, and suddenly begun to fuck her ass hard, pounding into her with a swift pace with the single minded intent to savour the pain he was causing her for the heavenly tightness it caused her sphincter to enforce. Worse, he didn't even regard her with words of any kind now, releasing her arms again so his right hand could grasp hold of her hair, his left hand reach down between her legs, and painfully pinch her sensitive maidenhood, aiming to cause an instability in her pose so that he could pummel her hips into collapsing down onto the sheets, till she was merely laying there, unable to escape as he, with loud moans and laboured panting, ploughs into her ass, as though she was just some silicon doll.
 
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